Engineers Swore Nothing Could Move The Sunken Rig Until An Old Man Started His Nineteen Forty Nine Wrecker

it three inches. The third made something beneath the rig crack like a rifle shot. People ducked. Matthew shouted for Hank to stop. Hank had already stopped. He leaned out the window, listening. Then he climbed down and walked to the mud hole. He bent, reached into the muck, and pulled out a broken timber plank.

“Your road,” he said. “Not my problem.continue reading …